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Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,* Without perdition, and loss assume all reason And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid!
Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm ; Within my soul there doth commence a fight And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate
Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor’st on thy Divides more wider than the sky and earth; It should be challenged.
(horn, And yet the spacious breadth of this division Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past ;-And Admits no oritice for a point, as subtle yet it is not ;
As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter. I will not keep my word.
Instance, 0) instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Dio. Why then, farewell;
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of hea. Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
ven: Cres. You shall not go :-One cannot speak Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself; a word,
The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolvd, But it straight starts you.
and loos’d; Dio. I do not like this fooling.
And with another knot, five-finger tied, Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, not you, pleases me best.
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?
reliques Cres. Ay, come:-0 Jove!
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. Do come :-I shall be plagu'd
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd Dio. Farewell till then,
With that which here his passion doth express! Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.- Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged
[Exit DIOMEDES. In characters as red as Mars his heart (well Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man But with my heart the other eye doth see.
fancy* Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. The error of our eye directs our mind : Hark, Greek ;-As much as I do Cressid love, What error leads, must err; ( then, conclude, so much by weight hate I her Diomed: Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm;
(Exit Cressida. Were it a casquet compos'd by Vulcan's skill, Ther. A proof of strength she could not pub- My sword should bite it: not the dreadful
spout, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Which shipmen do the hurricano call Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Constring'dt in mass by the almighty sun, Tro. It is.
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear Ulyss. Why stay we then?
In his descent, than shall my prompted sword Tro. To make a recordationt to my soul Falling on Diomed. Of every syllable that here was spoke.
Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.ş But, if I tell how these two did co-act
Tro. O Cressid! 0 false Cressid! false, Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
false, false! Sith; yet there is a credenceġ in my heart, Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, An esperance|| so obstinately strong,
And they'll seem glorious.
Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, Tro. She was not sure.
my lord: Ulyss. Most sure she was.
Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Tro. Why, my negation** hath no taste of Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. madness.
Tro. Have with you, prince:-My courteUlyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here
ous lord adieu: but now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood !++ Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, Think, we had mothers; do not give advan
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. tage
Tro. Accept distracted thanks. To stubborn criticsti-apt, without a theme,
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and ULYSSES. For depravation,-to square the general sex By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cres-med! I would croak like a raven; I would
Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diosid.
bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can any thing for the intelligence of this whore:
soil our mothers ? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were than he for a commodious drab. Lechery,
the parrot will not do more for an almond, she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own holds fashion: A burning devil take them!
lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing else eyes?
Enter Hector and ANDROMACHE.
And. When was my lord so much ungently That cause sels up with and against itself!
temper'd, Bifold authority!' where reason can revolt
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
t. Helmet. * Compressed * Denial. ti For the sake of. 11 Cynics.
Hect. You train me to offend you; get you Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. (in :
to-day. And. My dreams will, súre, prove ominous Tro. Who should withhold me? to the day.
Not fate, obedience, por the hand of Mars Hect. No more, I say.
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword Cas. Where is my brother Hector ?
drawn, And. Here, sister; arm’d, and bloody in in-Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, tent:
But hy my ruin.
Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Cas. 0, it is true.
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound!
Fall all together, Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back: sweet brother.
Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard visions;
Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish* Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, vows;
To tell thee—that this day is ominous :
Hect. Æneas is a-field;
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
Hect. I must not break my faith.
Let me pot shame respect; but give me leave But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: To take that course by your consent and voice, Unarm, sweet Hector.
Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. Hect. Hold you still, I say;
Cas. O Priam, yield not to him. Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: And. Do not, dear father. Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Holds honour far more precious-deart than Upon the love you bear me, get you in. life.
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious
Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight Look, how thou 'diest! look, how thy eye to-day?
turps pale! And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents !
(Exit CASSANDRA. Hark, how Troy roars ! how Hecuba cries out! Hect. No, 'faith, young froilus; doff't thy How poor Andromache shrills her dolours harness, youth,
forth! I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry:
Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, Like witless antics, one another meet, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave
Hector ! boy,
Tro. Away!-Away! *I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft:-Hector, I take Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in
my leave: Which better fits a lion than a man. [you, Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide
(Exit. me for it.
Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exTro. When many times the captive Grecians
Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at You bid them rise, and live.
night. Hect. 0, 'tis fair play.
Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
about thee! Hect. How now? how now?
[Exeunt severally Priam and Hector. Tro. For the love of all the gods,
Alarums. Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother;
Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, And when we have our armours buckled on,
believe, The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords; I come to lose my arm, or vin my sleeve. Spur them to ruthfulg work, rein them from
ruth.|| Hect. Fie, savage, fie!
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other
side, PANDARUS. Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars.
Pan. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear?
Tro. What now?
Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
1 Put off.
Tro. Let me read.
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson ras- Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, cally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish And am her knight by proof. fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit SERVANT. another, that I shall leave you one o’these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too;
Enter AGAMEMNON. and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think Hain beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon on't.- What says she there?
Hath Doreus prisoner:
from the heart; [Tearing the letter. Upon the pashedt corses of the kings The effect doth operate another way.
Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain; Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change toge- Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt; ther.
Patroclus ta'en, or slain ; and Palamedes My love with words and errors still she feeds; Sore hurt and bruised : the dreadful Sagittary But edities another with her deeds.
Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed,
[Exeunt severally. To reinforcement, or we perish all. SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian
Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; Alarums : Excursions. Enter TherSites. And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one an
There is a thousand Hectors in the field : other; III go look on. That dissembling abo- And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, minable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there they fly, or die, like scaled scullst Troy there, in his helm : I would fain see them And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greek- Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and
Fall down betore him, like the mower's swath: ish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, Dexterity so obeying appetite,
(takes; back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O'the other side, The po. That proof is call'd impossibility.
That what he will, he does; and does so much, licy of those crafty swearing rascals,-that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor;
Enter Ulysses. and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,-is not proved worth a blackberry :— They set me up, in po
Ulyss. 0, courage, courage, princes! great licy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog is arming, weeping, cursing,,, Vowing moves
[geance: Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will Patroclus' wounds have rous'd bis drowsy not arm to-day: whereupon the Grecians be- Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
blood, gin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp’d, into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other.
come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Enter DIOMEDES, TROIlus following. And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d, and Tro. Fly not; for, should’st thou take the Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
at it, river Styx, I would swim aiter.
Mad and fantastic execution ; Dio. Thou dost miscall retire:
Engaging and redeeming of himself, I do not fly ; but advantageous care
With such a careless force, and forceless care, Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, Have at thee!
Bade him win all. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !-now for
Enter AJAX. thy whore, Trojan !-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Eril. [Exeunt Troilus and DIOMEDES, fighting.
Dio, Ay, there, there.
Nest. So, so, we draw together.
Achil. Where is this Hector ?
Come, come, thou boy-queller,ş show thy face; Ther. No, no:-I am a rascal; a scurvy rail- Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. ing knave; a very filthy rogue.
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but HecHect. I do believe thee ;-live. [Exit.
(Ereml. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frighting SCENE VI.-Another part of the Field. me! What's become of the wenching rogues?
Enter AJAX. I think, they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort,
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, sbow lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Exit.
thy head! SCENE V.-The same.
Dio. Troilus, I say ! where's Troilus?
Ajax. What would'st thou ?
Dio. I would correct him. horse ;
Lance. Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
+ Cruiscd, crushed. Killer.
Shoal of Asta
Ajar. Were I the general, thou should'st Paris, 'loo ! The bull has the game :—'ware have my office,
[Troilus ! horns, ho ! [Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS. Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what,
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou ?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : 1 Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Dio- am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard
in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illemed.
gitimate, One bear will not bite another, and Dio, He is my prize, I will not look upon. Tro. Come botli, you coggingt, Greeks; quarrel's most ominous to us : if the son of a
wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the have at you both. [Exeunt, fighting
whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement :
Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! [Exeunt. Hect. Yea, Troilus? V, well fought, my youngest brother!
SCENE IX.-Another part of the Field.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, thee, Hector.
Thy goodly arinour thus hath cost thy life. Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield
Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to
Even with the veil and dark’ning of the sun, Re-enter TROILUS.
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Hect. I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
Greek. No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
[HECTOR falls. Or bring him off :-Fate, hear me what I say! So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink I recký not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy Enter one in sumptuous Armour. On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a
(A Retreat sounded. goodly mark :
Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. No? wilt thou not ?- I like thy armour well ;
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, I'll frush|| it, and unlock the rivets all,
my lord. But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads abide?
the earth, Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
And, stickler † like, the armies separates.
(Exeunt. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly $ would SCENE VII.-The same.
Pleas’d with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.
(Sheaths his sword. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr- Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; midons;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Exeunt. Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel : Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in
SCENE X.-The same. breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESEmpale him with your weapons round about;
TOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts
within. In fellest manner execute your arms. Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye : Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? It is decreed-Hector the great must die. Nest. Peace, drums.
[Exeunt. (Within) Achilles !
Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit g is-Hector's slain, and by
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker Agum. Marcb patiently along :-Let one be are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris,
sent 'loo ! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-* Not be a looker-on. # Lying.
* Take not this advantage 1 Prevail over.
+ An arbitrator at athletic games. # Fattening Burst. Employ
If in his death the gods have us befriended, I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy ended. [Exeunt, marching. thoughts.
[go: SCENE XI.-Another part of the field.'
Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Enter Æneas and TROJANS.
[Exeunt Æneas and TROJANS. Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
As Troilus is going out, enter from the other Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy* and Tro. Hector is slain.
shame AU. Hector?— The gods forbid !
Pursue thy life, and live ayet with thy name! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's
[Exit TROILUS. horse's tail,
Pan. A goodly med’cine for my aching In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful bones !-O world! world! world! thus is the Frown on, you heavens, effect your rege with poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, speed!
[Troy! how earnestly are you set a’ work, and how ill Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at requited! Why should our endeavour be so I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, loved, and the performance so loathed? what And singer not our sure destructions on! verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the see:host.
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so:
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
And being once subdued in armed tail, But dare all imminence, that gods and men,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?
painted cloths. Let him that will a screech-owl
aye* be call?d, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:
As many as be here of pander's hall,
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give soine groans, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:
Some two months hence my will shall here be Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
made; Stay yet;—You vile abominable tents, It should be now, but that my fear is this,Thus proudly pight+ upon our Phrygian plains, Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; I'll through and through you!-And thou, And, at that time, beqneath you my diseases. great-siz'd coward!
[Exit. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
1 Canvas hangings for rooms, painted with embleins Ever.
+ Pitched, fixed.